It was almost morning by the time the twins finally settled down, which was when Ardent and I were finally able to catch some sleep. I only managed a few hours because Precious woke up early, whispering in my ear that she was hungry.
"Look!" she exclaimed in awe, pointing her little finger at her father sleeping at the end of the bed. "It's Daddy, Mommy!"
It was no wonder she was surprised. Ardent had never slept beside us before. This was a first, mainly because he hadn't been welcome at our house back in Natchez, and it had been the same story since we moved to New Orleans. She still wasn't aware that he was her real father. All she knew was that she could finally call him Daddy.
"Yes, baby. He’s still sleeping, so let’s be quiet, okay?"
"Okay, Mommy," she whispered back. "But why is
